Whenever I come back,
The air on Railroad is making
I don't mind the weather, I've got scarves and caps
Sitting on a carousel ride
without any music or lights
The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing the week
I put on my overcoat
And walked into winter
My
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess.
It's gotten late and now I want to be alone.
All
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes.
I
When we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the
I'm in Los Angeles today: it smells like an airport